by Jake Halpern, Peter Kujawinski


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Introducing Alfonso Perplexon, hero of the epic fantasy tale Dormia!

Alfonso Perplexon is an unusual sleeper. He climbs trees, raises falcons, even shoots deadly accurate arrows, all in his sleep. No one can figure out why.
Then one evening a man arrives at Alfonso’s door, claiming to be Alfonso’s long-lost uncle Hill. This uncle tells a fantastical tale: Alfonso’s ancestors hail from Dormia—an ancient kingdom of gifted sleepers—which is hidden in the snowy peaks of the Ural Mountains. According to Hill, Dormia exists thanks to a tree known as the Founding Tree, with roots that pump life into the frozen valley. But the Founding Tree is now dying, and in a matter of days, Dormia faces an icy apocalypse.
Dormia’s salvation lies with the Great Sleeper, who possesses the special powers to enter a sleep trance and grow a new Founding Tree. Hill suspects that Alfonso is just such a person. In fact, Alfonso’s sleeping-self has already hatched this tree. Now the question is: Can Alfonso and his uncle deliver it in time? They must hurry, but they also must be careful not to be followed by Dormia’s age-old enemy, the Dragoonya, who are always hunting for one of the secret entryways into Dormia.
Alfonso agrees to take the tree to Dormia, and thus begins one of the greatest adventures a twelve-year-old boy could ever wish for.

As he woke up from a late afternoon nap, Alfonso blinked open his eyes and discovered that he was perched at the top of a gigantic pine tree – some two-hundred feet above the ground. The view was spectacular. Alfonso could see for miles in every direction and he could even make out his house in the distant hamlet of World’s End, Minnesota. Unfortunately, there was no time to enjoy the view. The small branch that Alfonso stood upon was covered with gleaming snow and creaked dangerously under the pressure of his weight. Icy gusts of wind shook the entire treetop. Alfonso looked down grimly at the ground far below. If he fell, he would most certainly die.
“Oh brother,” muttered Alfonso to himself. “Not again.”

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780547328874
Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
Publication date: 05/24/2010
Pages: 528
Sales rank: 545,877
Product dimensions: 5.34(w) x 7.66(h) x 1.28(d)
Lexile: 820L (what's this?)
Age Range: 10 - 12 Years

About the Author

While cowering from a sandstorm on the Sinai Peninsula, Jake Halpern and Peter Kujawinski began talking about the power of sleep and the kingdom of Dormia. Over the years, the friends rendezvoused in a number of odd places. The result was a prolonged boyhood and this book. Today, Peter lives in Brooklyn, New York, and Jake in New Haven, Connecticut.

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Chapter 1: A Dangerous Place to Wake Up

Did you ever go on vacation, wake up in a strange bed, and struggle to remember where exactly you were? Well, twelve-year-old Alfonso Perplexon had never gone on a vacation, but he often felt this very sensation. For him, waking up was always an odd experience, and today was no exception.
As he woke up from a late afternoon nap, Alfonso blinked open his eyes and discovered that he was perched at the top of a gigantic pine tree — some two hundred feet above the ground. The view was spectacular. Alfonso could see for miles in every direction, and he could even make out his house in the distant hamlet of World’s End, Minnesota. Unfortunately, there was no time to enjoy the view. The small branch that Alfonso stood on was covered with gleaming snow and creaked dangerously under the pressure of his weight. Icy gusts of wind shook the entire treetop. Alfonso looked down grimly at the ground far below. If he fell, he would most certainly die. “Oh brother,” muttered Alfonso. “Not again.” This wasn’t the first time Alfonso had woken up in a tough spot. He was always doing crazy things in his sleep. Of course, there were times when he enjoyed a good night’s sleep in bed, just like other people. But often enough, within a few seconds of drifting off, Alfonso’s eyes would flutter back open and he would enter a peculiar trance. Although technically asleep, it was the strangest type of sleep anyone had ever seen. While in this trance, he ran, cross-country skied, climbed trees, cooked fantastically delicious pancakes, walked tightropes, read Shakespeare, and shot deadly accurate arrows. These trances had begun a few years back, and lately they were happening more often. In recent weeks, Alfonso had been waking up from his trances in this particular tree, which was in the middle of an old-growth pine forest known locally as the Forest of the Obitteroos. Very few people had the skill to climb a tree in the Forest of the Obitteroos and no one ever attempted to do so in the depths of winter. No one except Alfonso, and even he wasn’t sure how his sleeping-self did it. He simply woke up and there he was at the top of a tree. Of course, his immediate concern was his own safety. Although his sleeping- self was an expert at climbing the most dangerous of trees, Alfonso’s waking- self had no aptitude for it whatsoever. He was quite short and skinny for his age, and when awake, he didn’t feel particularly athletic. His large green eyes and thick, dark eyebrows were the only outsized parts of his body. In every other regard, he was very small.
Alfonso stared down at the ground below and felt so dizzy that he almost threw up. A small clump of snow fell off the branch on which he was standing and he watched it plummet down for several long seconds before it finally hit the ground. Cold gusts of air continued to blast fiercely from the north, and the icy branches of the tree swayed and crackled in the wind. Then, rather suddenly, he heard a high-pitched scream. Alfonso glanced to his left and saw a two-foot-wide mass of sticks and mud sitting on a nearby branch. It was a bird’s nest, and the current occupant — a brown falcon with white-tipped wings — was staring at him and moving restlessly around her nest. Underneath the falcon Alfonso could see three trembling balls of downy fur. They were baby falcons, no more than two weeks old. Strangely enough, Alfonso wasn’t surprised by this turn of events. His sleeping-self seemed attached to falcons and eagles and, consequently, he often woke up near these fierce predator birds. Very slowly, Alfonso reached into his coat pocket and took out a handful of raisins, leftover from his lunch. He sank into a crouch and whispered “Kee-aw, kee-aw, sqrook!” He was imitating the sound that baby falcons make. It had taken him weeks of practice to do this properly. Basically, whenever he spent time near a falcon’s nest, he listened carefully to the noises that the baby falcons made, and then later practiced imitating their cries. He had gotten very good at this. In fact, this was one of the few things that he did very well when he was wide awake. Alfonso made his cry once again: “Kee-aw, kee-aw, sqrook!” The mother falcon circled nervously around her chicks but soon moved to a branch on the far end of the nest. Alfonso leaned in closer. Below him, the three baby falcons looked up and opened their tiny beaks. Alfonso tore the raisins in half and carefully dropped them into the three open mouths. Meanwhile, the mother falcon stared unblinkingly at him. As soon as Alfonso had finished feeding the chicks, his thoughts inevitably returned to his owwn predicament. For Alfonso, the task now at hand was getting down from this tree, and the key was to fall asleep. Unfortunately, it was far too cold and windy for Alfonso to feel the slightest bit tired. He was left with nothing to do but sit and think. As usual, Alfonso wondered what was wrong with him. It was a question he had pondered a great deal lately. Doctors at the big hospital in St. Paul, Minnesota, claimed that Alfonso suffered from a very rare sleeping disorder known as Morvan’s syndrome, which made it impossible to sleep in a normal fashion. Morvan’s syndrome was once common during the Middle Ages, but nowadays the disorder was exceedingly rare. Indeed, the doctors in St. Paul claimed that only a handful of people in the entire world had it. One well- known case involved a man from Mongolia named Ulugh Begongh. Apparently, Mr. Begongh had been awake for thirty-eight years, or 13,870 consecutive nights. Yet every evening, between nine P.M. and eleven P.M., Mr. Begongh’s eyes closed halfway, his breathing softened, and he appeared to sleep — only during this time Mr. Begongh actually experienced increased amounts of speed and strength. His wife claimed that on one occasion her husband lifted a one-thousand-pound ox cart above his head. Doctors in Mongolia, and elsewhere, believed that Morvan’s syndrome originated from a rare form of cholera, known as the sleeper’s cholera, which supposedly swept through Central Asia sometime during the seventh century. At that time, it was called quiesco coruscus, which is Latin for “sleep shaking.” The doctors had no idea how Alfonso had developed this syndrome. Some thought it was due to a childhood fever, but neither Alfonso nor his mother could remember him ever being sick. It was a mystery. Of course, the kids at school loved it whenever Alfonso fell asleep. They had taken to calling him the sleeping ninja and had been clamoring for him to join the fencing team, the cheerleading squad, the spelunking club, and the society for amateur tightrope walkers, as long as he agreed to participate while asleep. For a while, Alfonso was immensely flattered. What twelve-year-old wouldn’t be? There were just two problems. The first was that Alfonso never remembered anything he did in his sleep and, as far as he knew, he had absolutely no control over what his sleeping-self did. As a result, he never felt any pride in his sleeping accomplishments. The second problem was that his sleeping-self appeared to be quite a show-off. Inevitably, every time that he fell asleep, his sleeping-self would do whatever it could to grab the spotlight and impress everyone around him. There was, for instance, the time when he climbed out of the third-story window of his social studies class and tightrope-walked along a set of power lines to the top of a telephone pole where some baby falcons were nesting. This had nearly gotten him expelled from school, but his classmates were still begging him to do it again. The branch below Alfonso trembled in the wind as his thoughts continued to wander. He began to feel a bit drowsy, especially when he thought about the roaring fire waiting for him back home in World’s End. Alfonso focused on his breathing and with each exhalation he allowed his eyes to close a little more. His head grew heavy and his mind became cloudy. Then, in what felt like a second later, Alfonso woke up at the foot of the massive pine tree. He was back on the ground! As usual, he had no memory of what he had just done. Alfonso glanced at his watch. It was almost five PM and the forest was filled with the murky glow of winter twilight. Alfonso did not like being caught in the Forest of the Obitteroos at night. Truth be told, no one did. The forest, though peaceful and very beautiful, had a spooky and slightly unnerving quality. The trees themselves had a presence about them. Many were older than the United States and some were alive even before Christopher Columbus sailed to America. And they still stood there, watching and waiting. Suddenly, Alfonso flinched. A half-second later, he heard a rustling noise behind him. He whirled around but saw nothing. “Who’s there?” he yelled. Silence.
“Who’s there?” he yelled louder. “What do you want?” Silence again.
Alfonso shrugged, reached down to the ground, and began to pick up his cross-country skis, which he had used to get here. Just then, he heard another rustling noise. This time when he looked up, a tall, gaunt man stood in front of him, about four feet away. He was smiling awkwardly, and dressed in sheepskin boots, a wide-brimmed hat, and a heavy fur cloak, the sort of clothing that Canadian fur trappers wore centuries ago. The man’s skin was sickly in color — a pale green — and it looked like it was stretched a bit too tightly around his bony face. Hie eyes were hidden by the brim of his hat, but his long, angular chin was visible. A ghastly scar coiled and squiggled along the entire length of his jaw. The skin along the scar was irritated by the cold and had turned a raw pinkish color.
“Well done! That was quite a climb for a young boy,” the man with the scar said. His voice sounded ancient and raspy, as if he had not exercised his vocal cords in a very long time.
“Uh, thanks,” Alfonso said nervously. He swallowed hard and his heart began to pound.
“Perhaps my eyes deceive me, but you appeared to be sleeping as you climbed,” observed the man. “Is this true?” Alfonso nodded.
“Very impressive,” the man said slowly. He coughed. It sounded like the growl of a truck. “Very impressive.” Alfonso wanted to run, but something kept him rooted in place. “All I did was fall asleep,” he said.
“Nonsense,” replied the man in a friendly manner. “All a runner does is run, yet does he doubt the value of his talents — or hand over his gold medal at the end of a race — because all he did was place one foot in front of the other?” “Sleeping is different,” began Alfonso.
“Yes it is,” interrupted the man. He smiled again. As he did, the coiling scar along his jaw twisted awkwardly, like a wounded snake. “Sleeping, or rather the manner in which you sleep, is the rarest of gifts and should not be taken lightly. I’ve seen a few exceptional sleepers in my day, but to climb this massive tree in the dead of winter at the age of . . . How old are you?” “Tw-twelve,” said Alfonso.
“Yes, at the age of twelve, well, that is something most unusual.” “Oh,” said Alfonso rather softly, almost to himself. “I suppose you have other sleeping skills?” asked the man. He took a step closer. Alfonso shivered and took a step back. “Don’t be alarmed,” said the man softly. “My name is Kiril. I am a stranger to this area, but rest assured, I mean you no harm. I have nothing but admiration for your sleeping skills. What else can you do?” “I don’t know,” stammered Alfonso. “But I really must be going.” “Indeed,” replied the man. Neither he nor Alfonso moved. “Just out of curiosity,” the man asked, “are you a green thumb? Isn’t that the phrase in your country? A skilled gardener?” “Sir, I’m not sure what you mean,” replied Alfonso. “And I really must—” “Please,” interrupted the man again, “let us converse as friends. What I mean to say is this: are you interested in plants? Unusual ones? And have you grown any plants in your sleep? That would be most interesting.” Alfonso said nothing.
“Hmm,” said Kiril. “You should know that I am a passionate collector of unusual plants. Such specimens interest me — and they interest my father as well.” “Your father?” inquired Alfonso. “Who’s that?” “Let’s save that discussion for a later time,” said Kiril. He smiled. “For now, let us talk — as friends — about the plant that you may have grown in your sleep. Such specimens are of considerable interest to me and I am willing to pay handsomely, though, I should warn you, I will be forced to pay you in gold bars. My resources are vast. You and your family — your mother is Judy, yes? — will never need to work again.” Alfonso stared at Kiril, who was now standing so close that Alfonso could feel the heat of Kiril’s foggy breath.
Kiril smiled again. “You have such a plant, don’t you?” “No,” said Alfonso. “I never bother with plants or flowers when I’m asleep.” The wind howled through the Forest of the Obitteroos. Snow fell from the tree branches and pattered thickly onto the ground. Kiril nodded. “Well,” he said, “I did my best to help you and to give you a fair deal. Be careful. Someone far less trustworthy than I may soon come knocking on your door.” Kiril looked as if he were about to say something else, but at that very moment, the wind gusted violently and lifted Kiril’s wide-brimmed hat from his head. Alfonso gasped and an icy tingle of fear crept up his spine. The gust of wind had revealed Kiril’s eyes: they were large, vacant, and entirely white. Alfonso stumbled backwards, snatched up his cross-country skis, and ran off in a terrified sprint. In his haste and fear, he never once turned around to see if he was being followed.

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" . . . nonfiction writer Halpern and debut author Kujawinski offer some compelling battle scenes. Alfonso's quest believably demonstrates that the path home can be the most trying."—Publishers Weekly   ". . . this is an adventure yarn that takes its time, building mild suspense that does not overwhelm the progress of the tale. It is old-fashioned storytelling, ably done, where action supports story development rather than substituting for it. This fantasy is a wonderful intergenerational read-along and is a strong choice for readers still mourning the end of the Harry Potter books."—Booklist   "Middle school students who enjoy a good fantasy romp full of adventure and suspense will enjoy Dormia.  The amusing, colorful cast of characters, the suspense throughout the terrifying journey, the exotic lands, and the ever-evolving powers of Alfonso combine to create a page-turner of a tale.  Put this one on the shelf next to D. J. McHale’s Pendragon series or Angie Sage’s Septimus Heap books."—VOYA (4Q4P)

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Dormia 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 51 reviews.
stlouisgal More than 1 year ago
I just finished reading Dormia by Peter Kujawinski and Jake Halpern. I could not put it down. The travels are thrilling and the characters are fun. I wanted to get to the end but also did not want to see it end. Kids will find it is a thrilling adventure while at the same time they will pick up some knowledge. The characters deal with some very intense ideas like honesty and courage. Adult will enjoy the experience of being young and willing to try anything just like Alfonso.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This, the Harry Potter books, and the Percy Jackson sieries are amazing!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Worth every penny. Threres not much more i can say!
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Reading number two now! Great series to get into!! :)
jubook on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Interesting world where greed prevails. A tree needs to be planted to save a city but a greedy person whats to burn the leaves of the tree to live forever. Creative in having sleep be the time people have skills.
KarenBall on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Alfonso Perplexon has lived in the tiny, average town of World's End, Minnesota his entire life, with his mother and grandfather. He's not your average kid, though -- every time he goes to sleep, he ends up climbing trees or power lines. Alphonso's Uncle Hill appears, and tells him a wild story about the tiny and gravely endangered kingdom of Dormia, hidden deep in the Ural Mountains of Europe. Dormia is home to those who have "wakeful sleeping" abilities, and it is dependent upon the existence of the Founding Tree of Dormia. When a Founding Tree begins to die, a new Dormian Bloom plant grows outside of Dormia, and it must be delivered to Dormia before the Founding Tree is completely dead. Alphonso has unknowingly started growing a Dormian Bloom from seeds he found in an old broken maraca of his father's, and so he and Hill must deliver the new plant to Dormia. Except they have no idea exactly where it is... and there is an evil-looking white-eyed man named Kiril stalking their every move. Epic journey, lots of wild action and adventure! 6th grade and up.
lilibrarian on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Alfonso sleepwalks - amd accomplishes extraordinary things. When his long-lost uncle appears, he discovers that he is part of a race of sleepwalkers, and that a plant he has grown is necessary to save his homeland. He and his uncle cross the world in a quest to locate and save Dormia.
heathersblue on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Great adventure, fantasy book that the kids are going to love. Is a very interesting young man. He can climb trees, ski, fix things, and find falcon nests all in his sleep! He is embarrassed...until he meets his uncle Hill, fights the war plant of Dragonia, and learns of another land where everyone does things in their sleep.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have a signed copy. I heard his wife sing the song. Good book. Havereread it twice. Cant wait for the third!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
LOVE this book
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is awesome this is my third time reading it! :o
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
He is awesome also the bok was to! I think they should make a movie out of the book.
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Not the best.. (") ( '-' ) (") panda
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This book is beautiful, touching, exciting and just plain wonderful. Should be on every kid's shelf. This book is one of the best I have read. Well worth your time and money.
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I could not stop reading this book it keeps you on edge. One of my favorite books
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very good book. One of the best books I have ever read!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
He graduated from my school... I think.... But he came to my school and talked about the book The book is great
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great book can't stop reading it
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Maureen French More than 1 year ago
It was amazing and i read it in 5th grade!
Erica Lane More than 1 year ago
It was ok. Definitely better than th sequel.
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